The cave mouth yawned behind us, a black maw exhaling the last wisps of smoke from the dying fire.
Embers glowed faint at the center, casting long shadows that danced across walls etched with soot and ancient handprints.
The air inside still carried the thick musk of sex—Lira's release mingling with the sharp tang of fish guts and pine resin.
I rose first, Infinite Stamina thrumming through my limbs like a second heartbeat, cock still half-hard and glistening from her eager mouth.
No refractory, no fatigue—just raw, endless potential.
The night outside beckoned, cool and crisp, stars sharp as flint shards overhead.
"Come on, girls. Oldies are here."
The words came casual, but carried the weight of command.
They followed without question, a silent testament to the shift already taking root.
Lira clung to my arm, her fingers laced tight in mine, the warmth of her palm a steady anchor against the chill breeze that whispered through the village.
Her blonde braid swayed with each step, leaves rustling softly, her body still humming from the lightning she'd tasted inside.
Mira hovered close on my left, infant bundled silent in her hide sling, her free hand brushing my thigh now and then—hesitant, then bolder—as if testing the reality of the sky-man's skin.
Her dark hair fell in waves, catching torchlight as we emerged, her widow curves soft under scant leaves.
Kira stalked on my right, spear slung loose across her shoulders, but her green eyes kept darting to my exposed length, a flush creeping up her scarred neck like dawn on mountain stone.
Her red mane caught the wind, wild and untamed, muscles flexing with restrained energy.
I stepped into the torch circle with Lira at my side, hand laced in hers.
The tribe murmured in awe at the sky-man's boldness and her lingering glow—skin flushed rose, leaves askew, the faint shimmer of post-orgasm haze clinging to her like morning dew on river reeds.
Torches ringed the packed dirt in a wide arc, flames spitting sparks into the star-pricked sky, their heat pushing back the night's bite.
Fifty faces stared from the shadows—men with stone clubs gripped tight, women with wide eyes and leaf skirts fluttering, children peeking from behind legs woven with fur and sinew.
The central fire pit crackled low, logs hissing as sap boiled, the scent of burning pine thick in the air.
"Hey, I'm not some thief or something."
The words left my mouth casual, laced with that smug edge that had carried me through countless virtual conquest The Chief loomed center, six-five of muscle under bear-fur cloak draped heavy, club resting on one shoulder like a promise of violence.
His gaze locked on Lira's disheveled form, then dropped to the wet trail glistening on my thigh—evidence of her devotion.
His knuckles whitened on the club haft.
"You."
He growled, voice like grinding stones echoing off the huts.
"We thought you were a god. What are you doing inside with women? Defiling sacred ground with your... leaks?"
"Man, do I have to teach you now?"
A lanky hunter stepped forward from the ring, bone necklace clacking against his chest, his face a mask of primitive certainty etched deep by sun and wind.
His spear tip gleamed dull in the firelight.
"Mating is only done one time."
He declared, as if reciting sacred law carved in stone.
"After blood comes, god decide if child is coming or not. One seed, one chance. That's the way of spirits."
I blinked, the absurdity sinking in like a poorly scripted plot twist in a low-budget doujin.
*Idiots. Calling virginity a one-time gacha. How much probability do these people think childbirth takes? Like rolling for a five-star with no pity system?*
"Wait, then marriages? Don't you have partners?"
The hunter shook his head, confusion flickering across his weathered features like clouds over the moon.
"Partners, no. Men hunt. Give seed to one woman one time only. Women take care of child with no man. Strong sons from strong hunts—that is balance."
"So they just hook up and leave. No care for the child at all."
"Yes."
The word hung simple, brutal, final.
I stared, amazement bubbling into opportunity, a dark thrill coiling in my gut.
*So these women are either virgins or one-timers. They don't have any sex knowledge beyond 'insert and pray.' They think sex is a one-time thing for giving birth only. Perfect for me to build a harem with my terabytes of knowledge. No competition, no expectations—just blank slates waiting for the prophet's curriculum.*
The Chief bellowed then, club slamming into the dirt with a thud that sent dust pluming upward, choking the nearest torches for a breath.
"Prove your seed's power! If it brings no rain, you die as demon. Spirits demand sign—water from woman, not blood!"
I grinned internally, the challenge igniting that familiar fire.
*Public demo? Easy LP farm. Let's convert the boss's sister first. Break the system wide open.*
"Call the woman you want me to mate with one time. Maybe your sister."
The crowd parted like reeds before a storm wind.
Vera—Chief's sister, curvy with dark braids woven tight in intricate patterns, body speaking of lost mates and untapped fires—stepped forward into the light.
Her leaf skirt hugged wide hips that swayed with natural grace, top straining against full breasts heavy with the promise of milk long dried, eyes dark pools reflecting torchlight and hidden longing.
Scars faint on her arms told of hunts and losses, her skin bronzed deep by endless suns.
"I test the sky-seed."
She said, voice steady but laced with hidden hunger, chin lifted in defiance.
"For the tribe's fertility. If your rain fails, my brother's club ends you."
*This hot MILF, but fucked only one time. Untouched potential—jackpot.*
I nodded, pulling her close for a teasing kiss under the indifferent stars.
Our tongues entwined slow, tasting smoke and wild berries on her breath, her body melting against mine with a soft *mmm* escaping as her hands found my chest, nails grazing lightly.
The tribe leaned in, breaths held, the circle tightening.
"Show me your fire, beauty."
The tribe watched in hushed silence as I peeled away her leaf clothes piece by piece.
Fronds rustled to the ground like fallen autumn, revealing sun-kissed skin, scars faint like old stories whispered in the dark, nipples hardening in the night air to peaks begging for attention.
Her breath quickened, chest rising and falling, the scent of her arousal blooming—earth and heat.
I knelt before her, guiding her back against the ritual stone—smooth basalt worn warm from the day's sun, etched with crude fertility symbols.
My tongue traced her folds, slick with anticipation, lapping slow circles around her clit while fingers parted her gently.
"*Ahh*... sky-man... what sorcery is this... *mmm*... no man ever..."
She gasped, fingers threading my hair tight, hips bucking gently against my face, the stone cool at her back.
I slid two fingers inside, curling to that hidden spot mapped from endless study, pumping steady while my mouth sucked gentle—*slurp, schlick*—wet sounds filling the circle like forbidden music.
Her moans rose higher, echoing off the huts: "*Oh*... it builds... like storm inside my belly! *Hah*... don't stop..."
I rose then, rubbing my dick along her clit, the head slick with her juices, teasing entry without mercy.
"*Please*... enter me... fill the emptiness..."
She begged, voice breaking on the edge, legs spreading wider.
I bent Vera doggy over the ritual stone, her ass presented like an offering to the gods, braids spilling forward over the edge.
Entered slow and deep, inch by inch, her walls clenching tight around me—virgin-tight despite her age, hot and welcoming.
Thrusts building rhythm—*slap, slap, slap*—skin on skin echoing under the stars, her body rocking with each impact.
"Ahh... deeper, sky-man... it fills me so! *Mmm*... like spear through heart, but sweet..."
She moaned, pushing back hard, the stone scraping faint under her palms, sweat beading on her back.
I circled her clit with thumb, pressure building relentless, fingers slick.
She squirted hard—arcs soaking the ground in forceful bursts that splashed wide: "*Yes*! Rain comes! *Hah*... the waters flood! *Ahh*!"
The clear fluid darkened the dirt in a perfect ring, steam rising faint in the cool air, the scent musky and triumphant.
Crowd gasped, murmurs swelling to shouts.
"Fertility God! He calls the waters from dry earth!"
Voices rippled like wind through grass, awe replacing doubt, spears lowering one by one.
I thrust deeper, creampieing her with a final groan—ropes flooding hot and thick, overflowing to drip down her thighs.
Pulled out glistening, cum threading from tip to her folds.
"This is rain for crops, idiots. Worship the method. Not the one-time gamble—the endless storm."
Vera turned on shaky knees, body trembling in afterglow, and knelt without prompt.
Licked the limp cock clean, tongue swirling dick and balls with soft *slurp, slurp, mmm*, savoring every trace.
"Your seed... warms my womb. More? *Please*... let it take root again..."
Her eyes pleaded, hands cupping my thighs, the tribe watching in stunned reverence.
"Should I do some magic?"
All looked at me, breaths held, the circle silent save for the crackle of torches.
+300 LP dinged in my skull, a triumphant chime that vibrated through my bones.
Shop opened—glowing interface shimmering only in my vision, icons pulsing with promise.
I spent on "pizza" summon without hesitation.
A glowing disc appeared mid-air, cheese bubbling hot, scent of herbs, meat, and baked dough wafting rich and alien.
Tribe freaked, children screaming delight, adults falling to knees.
"FOOD FROM SKY! Prophet brings endless hunt! No more hunger!"
Hands reached skyward, tears in some eyes, the pizza floating down gentle into my grasp.
The Chief bowed his head low, club lowering to the dirt in submission.
"You lead now. The spirits speak through you."
Lira squeezed my hand tighter, eyes soft under the moon's silver gaze, her body pressing close.
"My hunter..."
I felt the warmth linger beyond skin, her touch sparking something unfamiliar—soft, insistent.
*Harem seed planted. But her touch... lingers warm. Maybe it's next girl time now, hehe.*